Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...the quality of the darkness.
They are not my friends!
Addison, we don't belong together.
Mr. Tuff...
I'll get that for you.
Just what exactly did you say to him?
Tate! Drop your weapon, Tate.
So he's gotta take me out before I can get to him.
The Carlyle.
Get down from there.
That's not all bad, is it?
-We can't let them do this. -Sure we can, it'll be easy.
-What about me? -What about you?
Tell him.
Well, I'm shocked and appalled.
-Madame? -We were sitting right there.
Robbery, grand larceny...
Mercy.
We get a group of regulars. We get that guy, McLean....
When you say "find your son"...?
-You didn't tell him? -The car is not moving.
Hands behind your back!
-Franklin Tate is looking for me. -Who is Franklin Tate?
What is your story, man?
Do exactly as I say. Nod your head once if you understand.
-What kind of attitude? -It's not something I can tell you.
-Miss Hayes. -Mr. Wrye.
-Kind of. -Spring?
His idea of exotic is plastic explosives.
Train Station?